In addition to many bigger things, I am grateful for having walked into Goodwill this weekend and found a Joyce Grenfell autobiography. I always think of Joyce Grenfell as the wacky woman character actress in British films, but she was also half American and lived a very interesting life.
This morning I came across this bit about visiting her grandmother, which made the lit geek in me laugh:
…She remained on her own at Culford Gardens entertaining a few old men friends, and I think I once met Henry James there. Whoever it was talked in long convoluted sentences and took a long time to say something suitable to a small girl, and I remember wondering when it would finish. Yes–it must have been Henry James.